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By Ri ta C ha ro n
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loss, the danse macabre allows the little boy to ally with or
even, maybe, support his father. I recently had the privilege
to read the manuscript of a midwifes memoir, in which she
describes her practice of knitting a baby cap while sitting
with the birthing woman. Throughout the pulsatile stages
of labors contraction and relaxation, when her presence is
not needed at the bedside, the midwife sits some feet away
from the woman, knitting. She configures the soft pliable
cotton yarn into a garment of warmth and protection for
the child yet to emerge from his or her swimming dark,
configuring as well a purled texture of anticipation, readiness for whatever comes, realism, and hope. That knitted
cap will stand as not the symbol but the evidence of the
midwifes steady, wordless attention throughout the rapids
of birth.3
What is at stake in both these examples is presence, recognition, and donation of the self to the situation of the
other. It is a supple habit with which one perceives, enters,
echoes, and then, as a result, understands the position of
the other.
Seeing a patient in clinical practice does not automatically result in attention. As a general internist in a busy
urban primary care clinic, I have to do many things at
once every time I welcome a patient into the room. I am of
course embroiled in the necessity to act. I am confronted
with the need to analyze, to judge, to decide. I am beset
with states of uncertainty, doubt, and with the feeling of
stupidness, disappointment, admiration, triumph, or love.
Artist and aesthetic theorist Roger Fry, member of Virginia
Woolf s Bloomsbury circle whose biography Woolf wrote,
writes, The more poignant emotions of actual life have,
I think, a kind of numbing effect. . . . [T]he need for responsive action hurries us along and prevents us from ever
realizing fully what the emotion is that we feel. . . . It is only
when an object exists in our lives for no other purpose than
to be seen that we really look at it.4 So in the midst of my
clinic session, Ive taught myself to attendto behold and
to separate the beholding from the acting. I literally sit back
in my chair. I do not turn the computer on at the beginning of the visit. I do not write or type. When I gaze at my
patient, I find that I do what I do while gazing at the Baie
de Marseilles, vue de lEstaque of Czanne, while attending
a jazz piano recital of Fred Hersch, or while standing at
Ground Zero. I receive these works or this place and am
summoned out of my ordinary self by virtue of their integrity, their solemnity, and their beauty.
This happened recently in my practice in the care of a
couple from Albania. Mrs. N. suffered from a dense hearing loss in her left ear. The social worker and I worked long
and hard to get bureaucratic clearance for my patient, who
had neither insurance nor U.S. citizenship, to get all the
diagnostic procedures required for the evaluation by an ear,
nose, and throat specialist. The couple barged into my ofS22
patients, I have seen the by now almost inevitable dimension of reciprocityas I gaze at a patient in an effort to
recognize his or her situation, I am gazed back at, being recognized as someone who can recognize. This process
launches me on an ever-building spiral of self-making or,
rather, self-seeing while repeatedly excavating the capacity
within myself for future acts of the recognition of others.
Who knew that taking the MCATs would be the prelude
to this high-stakes, unending, perilous, luxurious process of
sight and growth and being that is at the same time right
and fitting and helpful to others?
Not only the isolated moment of recognition is reciprocal. In a well-going processbe it a clinical relationship,
a teaching and learning relationship, a collaborative partnership, a reader-writer relationship, or a love relationshipan ethos of reciprocity offers a radical alternative to
the framework of unequal power or resources. The ethos of
reciprocity frees us from the dilemma of for whose good?
Whether one examines my clinical relationship with Mr.
and Mrs. N. or the decades-long international health partnership between Indiana University Medical Center and
the Moi Hospital in Kenya, one conceptualizes all participants as givers and receivers, as each having a fundamental stake in and contribution to the engagement and each
having a means of fundamental growth by virtue of the
process.9 A radical reciprocity illuminates and helps one to
navigate the deadly shoals of cultural superiority, beholdedness to deep pockets, imperialism in its many guises, the
use of others, the 1 percent. The subaltern position need
not, perhaps, endure.10 The last time Mr. and Mrs. N. were
in my office, Mrs. N. shyly showed off her new hearing
aid and her new hearing, while proudly regaling me with
the stories of her recent hand-over-heart taking of the U.S.
citizenship oath.
These ambulatory thoughts suggest to me an obligatory
component of representation in our practice of narrative
ethics, not as a means of reporting or recording but as an
aesthetic act of discovery. Although routine clinical medical
practice may not be yet ready to establish the place of creativity and, even, beauty in its realm, the practice of ethics,
informed as it is by introspection, an awareness of values,
and an acute attention to power dynamics, might be open
to suggestions of representational avenues toward a healing reciprocity. Beauvoirs ethics of ambiguity, Sedgwicks
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